I will always pick you to be my partner even though you are terrible at handball.
When the fire takes all you have, my home will be your home.
When you are old and can no longer remember my face, I will meet you for the first time again and again.
When they make fun of your accent, I will take you swimming, because we all sound the same underwater.
When Ellis Island tries to erase your past, I will call you by your real name.
When they call your number for the draft, I will enlist to fight beside you.
And I will march with you, from Selma to Montgomery and back, as many times as it takes. We will stand together against the hoses and the dogs—because it didn’t start with us.
It started with Lennon and McCartney. It started with Thelma and Louise. It started with Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin. Bert and Earnie. Abbott and Costello. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Mario and Luigi. Watson and Sherlock. Pikachu and Charzard. And they could tell you what a miracle this is. They could tell you how rare this is. But they could tell you how rare friendship always is. The chances are slim. The cards are always stacked against you, the odds are always low.
But I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.
I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save some for later.
I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard.
Friend—I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy.
When the walls come down,
When the thunder rumbles,
When nobody else is home,
Hold my hand.
And I promise, I won’t let go."
— Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story”